Wednesday, 30 September 2015

THE 'GROUND HEART' by Nyasha Paragon Langley

It's the application that spawned a thousand fruitless interactions. Millions of topless abdomens that disappear when challenged for facial recognition. Discrete, like your exposure is my life's mission. I'm fighting my own battles and have no time to facilitate your implosion. In your own time but you probably shouldn't be on your day grind. Surprise surprise I don't do blind date with Pricilla White. What did you expect when you sent me your best assets. And I don't care how well your abs flex if I can't see your face I'm gonna take rain check moving on to the next. He said its HIV I said it don't bother me but your attitude does to other STDs so please wrap it up before we get nasty. I was being blunt not hunty. Most importantly I was protecting my piece. See I'm well versed in terms like high and horny and how they normally come coupled with a trip to 56 dean street. Tail between your legs as you enter on your feet. Because you went to a chill out party, slept with with the room but forgot the Jonny. No that's no longer for me, I luckily escaped without doing my abc, out the door into my uber taxi. The money's gone, and the bags are empty, the people have dissipated leaving stained jeans. The heart sinks like a hole in Miami. The whole room turns fuzzy. He can feel the San Andreas fault running up from his abdomen. At least I have the gin. A salted tear drop hangs from his chin. He now has no one to stop these liquid strings, he had confused the word aqaintence for the word friend. You see these lads had no interest in him just his system. Being alone is what he dreads, a collective held together by kinks and dirt. You see it's only a matter of time before life grabs you by the eyes and makes you blind. But he survives by telling himself lies.He chose the app to build his house skimped on concrete and didn't put foundations down. I'm okay he said just looking for fun his heart beating with that static hum. Yeah that's cool but what's your status Hun. You can hear the fingers saying it's only bareback between these buns. Waiting for a reply from the other he moves on to the next with a flick of the thumb. You see I'm not calling Grindr bad I'm just asking the question 'with technology what have we become?'